Seeing Blind |NH|

Chapter Forty Seven

The next morning, I opened my eyes and nothing looked familiar.  My back felt as if someone had placed a heavy box there and left me to figure out how to get up.  Moving my one free arm, I rubbed my eyes and the blue walls that surrounded me came into focus.  Remembering where I was, I tried to roll over but found I couldn't.

Looking down, I saw an arm and a leg that didn't belong to me draped across my body, pinning me down.  The heavy box load I felt was actually Esta.  Moving a little slower, I was able to flip myself over and came face to face with a sleeping, peaceful girl.  The most peaceful I had ever seen her.

The last thing I could remember was her checking my forehead for a fever.  I didn't remember falling asleep.  I have no idea how she fell asleep and whether she had been attached to me all night or had done so in the course of her sleep.  Either way, I smiled, kissed her forehead and moved my other arm, which was under her body from beneath her.  It was numb and I instantly felt a tingling sensation as the blood began to freely flow through it again.

She stirred a little, rolling over away from me.  As soon as her leg lifted up off my waist, I got up to go to the bathroom.  After using it, I washed my hands and splashed some water on my face.  When I opened the door to go back out, I had no idea what I was supposed to do.  Was I supposed to just climb back into her bed?  Should I leave?

I decided to just crawl back into bed.  We were friends and although neither of us had ever shared a bed, we had fallen asleep and used each other as pillows before. 

"This is nothing new, Niall.  No different from any other time.  Yeah, keep telling yourself that.  Fucking Harry and Louis and Kendall.  I'm so screwed now." I cursed as I pulled the covers over me, rolling over to face her back.  Closing my eyes, I tried to just go back to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed until I opened my eyes again but when I did I opened them to a sight I didn't know I needed.  And one I definitely wanted to see again.  She was awake and she was staring at me.  Her eyes sparkled and she had a tiny smile on her lips.

'Jesus Christ, I hate my friends!' I shouted into my head.

"Morning," she whispered.

Groggily, I smiled at her and said, "Good morning."

"Feeling better?"

"Huh?"

"You didn't look like you felt good last night.  And you passed out pretty quickly.  Sleep make it all better?"

"Oh, um, yeah, I think so.  It was actually a pretty good sleep, I think.  Sorry for falling asleep on you, though."

"Don't be.  Not like I haven't fallen asleep at your place a billion times."

"Want some breakfast?" I asked, raising myself up onto my elbow, propping my head in my hand, looking down at her.

"Not yet."  She paused.  "Niall?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you something? I have a bit of a confession to make."

Confession? My mind immediately when to her telling me she liked me, too. Inwardly, jumping up and down. Outwardly, calm...cool...collected.

"Of course, anything.  You know that," I said, laying my head back down on the pillow.  Facing her, I inched my way a little closer to her.

"I'm scared," she whispered.

"Scared? Of what?"

"Of being my mother."

"Your mother? What do you mean?"